Why you scared? I'm not scared.
The Friday before last, I lost my wallet. The ironic bit is that I was reading American Gods a little while before I lost my wallet, and one passage stood out to me: "He watched people put down bags casually, observed wallets stuffed into back pockets, saw purses put down, unwatched, under chairs. That was when he realized he was no longer in prison."
Which I read with special interest, as I had my wallet stolen last year.
So, obviously, I did the smart thing and held my wallet in my hands, where I could have set it down absent-mindedly at any moment, and any observant person could have just taken it.
Too bad it didn't contain any cash.
I re-read an old book that I used to like, The Watcher by Margaret Buffie. I didn't like it as much as Who is Frances Rain?, or her other books, but I was young and loyal to my favourite authors. Interesting experience, blahblahblah. I found the teenager-parent dialogues kind of awkward, and I'm guessing that the expression "cheesed off" is a bit dated.
I think the part where I realize that I need a break is when I start going, "mm, awkward grammar here...why is this prose so colloquial? ...this first person narrative is a bit disjointed...this sentence fragment is used to a bad effect..." That's not normal. I want normal back, almost.
Ah, arg, I think I irritated off a couple of people yesterday by accident.
So, in summary, I did nothing over spring break, and now I'm updating LJ since I woke up reaaally early and had only three hours of sleep, which was only caused by the fact that I'm having a bout of insomnia lately, coupled with the fact that my dreams have involved resetting lives, grey infections, bitchy Day goddesses, and isn't this sentence getting a bit too long already?
Why you scared? I'm not scared.
Why you scared? I'm not scared.
Why you scared? I'm not scared.
I think I need a break.
Which I read with special interest, as I had my wallet stolen last year.
So, obviously, I did the smart thing and held my wallet in my hands, where I could have set it down absent-mindedly at any moment, and any observant person could have just taken it.
Too bad it didn't contain any cash.
I re-read an old book that I used to like, The Watcher by Margaret Buffie. I didn't like it as much as Who is Frances Rain?, or her other books, but I was young and loyal to my favourite authors. Interesting experience, blahblahblah. I found the teenager-parent dialogues kind of awkward, and I'm guessing that the expression "cheesed off" is a bit dated.
I think the part where I realize that I need a break is when I start going, "mm, awkward grammar here...why is this prose so colloquial? ...this first person narrative is a bit disjointed...this sentence fragment is used to a bad effect..." That's not normal. I want normal back, almost.
Ah, arg, I think I irritated off a couple of people yesterday by accident.
So, in summary, I did nothing over spring break, and now I'm updating LJ since I woke up reaaally early and had only three hours of sleep, which was only caused by the fact that I'm having a bout of insomnia lately, coupled with the fact that my dreams have involved resetting lives, grey infections, bitchy Day goddesses, and isn't this sentence getting a bit too long already?
Why you scared? I'm not scared.
Why you scared? I'm not scared.
Why you scared? I'm not scared.
I think I need a break.